I am given the blank angel card.
The begining.
The end.
The circle round.
I am
(say all the signs)
ready to be the one I was born to be.
The blank angel
holds her hands with palms up and open.
(I have everything I need.)
Her halo is a rising sun.
Wings are aflame.
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